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Whoever you are, whatever you’re going through, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for your pain. Life can really suck, and sometimes the ‘hey it’s gonna be ok’ ‘cheer up’ attitude just doesn’t seem like the right thing to say or hear. The thing I learned is that it’s not ‘whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger,’ but ‘whatever doesn’t kill you, doesn’t kill you.’ You can be depressed. Fine. But you won’t die. So you’re gonna have to get up at some point. Or sit there, feeling hopeless. Same shit, you’re not gonna die. You’re gonna wake up again and again. Around and around. I wouldn’t say anything that doesn’t kill you makes you stronger because I’d say it could just as easily make you weaker, but still alive. It makes it harder, more confusing, and sorrowful. But I also learned how valuable sorrow is. Some people say it’s powerful enough for invisible things to feed off of it. I noticed that extreme joy, the kind of joy that causes tears, feels almost exactly the same as deep deep sadness, the kind that makes tears STREAM down hard, like the feeling of deep repentance. I’m all over the place, nothing new especially the past couple years. I’d say I’m weaker alright. But hear me out with my little wacky sounding rants. Just because someone is crazy, doesn’t mean they don’t have anything to say.